User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140729155901/@comment-2246928-20140804003229

Seeing the other otters have returned as well as the death of yet another of those under his command, the stoat in charge of the small squad of archers brandises his short-sword high as he rushes towards Flynn, fire in his eyes and teeth bared in a snarl as his footpaws pound across the grass.

A ferret spots Ondroh, and with a run and a bound, lands gracefully to the side of him, bringing a short-sword down upon the otter.